Dean Winchester is one of the most popular kids at Lawrence High. He's a star soccer player with loads of friends and an equally popular girlfriend.

Castiel Novak is new to Lawrence High. With his scruffy hair, piercings, tattoos and bad boy attitude, he is the epitome of bad news. He moved to Lawrence, Kansas with his father and sister to escape their past life, and to move on from a tragedy that wrecked their family.

When the two boys meet, they immediately hate each other. But after battling with peer pressure, heteronormativity and mental illness, will this initial hate turn into something more?

Summary

A secret Castiel thought was safe is suddenly reviled when the angels find out what he had so carefully hidden away. Sam and Dean do their best to help their desperate friend, as they struggle not to ask any questions.

[I've never written a worse summary, please don't judge this fic by the mess I've written above.]

Summary

“Someone chants the curse and lays a wet one on you, then the victim is seduced and killed by the Qareen. But instead of taking the form of Barbara Eden, they present themselves as your deepest, darkest secret.”

This is not how Dean wanted this to happen, at all.

AKA, I was angry at what they did in that episode so I wrote this instead of sleeping.

Summary

“A desert.”“A desert?!”“Don’t even think about touching my stuff. Just grab my duffel and get out”“Whatever jerk. Can you at least tell me where is this desert so I have a decent response when Cas asks me where are we going?"There was a silence in the line as if Dean wasn’t sure if he should say this on the phone or not. Finally, Sam heard a small intake of breath before his brother spoke.“Night Vale.”

Summary

Dean isn't sure what kind of club hands out wristbands. But he's not going to admit he's confused. He'll keep his head down, try to have a good time and hope it doesn't have anything to do as the night wears on.

And it doesn't... so he thinks. But when the truth of the wristband is revealed, he freaks. Did he make a mistake in which color he chose? Or will he discover it was the right choice after all?

Summary

There is something different about Sam and Cass. The lingering stares, the intimate touches. The careful whispers and secret smiles. Dean knew it. He was going to get to the bottom of it, one way or another.

Summary

Cas was clearly at the verge of falling face down onto the floor and passing out.

And there Sam stood, with his brother’s best friend blinking in confusion at Sam’s chest and no clue how to get him back to his dorm room. Who the hell throws a college party so far from the college itself anyway?

Summary

“Keep an eye on me, huh?” Dean struggled slowly up to a sitting position as he spoke, stiff. “How exactly is that different to watching over me? Both creepy.” He sounded tired and resigned.

It seemed, Cas thought, that after all these years Dean’s rebukes had more of a fond note to them than a horrified one. A smile lifted one side of his mouth as he responded, “There’s a world of difference between the two, Dean, to an angel.”

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Cas was bound to watch over Dean. As much as Dean scoffed over their profound bond, it meant something to the angel. So Cas guarded Dean’s dreams as often as he could.

Summary

Dean Winchester’s been camp manager of a science research station on the Alaskan tundra for thirteen years. Dean likes his job; fixing the camp trucks, troubleshooting the generators, keeping clueless undergrads and NSF bigwigs from walking into grizzly bears or getting lost in snowstorms — it’s all in a day’s work. It keeps him pretty busy, and this year his brother Sam's visiting too, so he's even busier. So it’s really not any of Dean’s business when some weirdo antisocial ornithologist sets up a tent a few miles away, a dark-haired blue-eyed guy who’s doing a “very long-term" study on birds or wings or something, and who never, ever takes off his big lumpy backpack. But then the new guy starts dropping by camp for coffee and... well, he’s not officially part of camp; he's not Dean’s responsibility; he’s really not Dean’s problem at all, but when a strange blizzard comes sweeping in, Dean gets worried and goes to check. Thing is, Dean's spent years in the sweeping vistas of the Arctic. He knows all about the midnight sun and the northern lights, the ice caves and avalanches, the rough-and-ready Haul Road truckers and the even rougher-and-readier wild animals. But even so, what he finds is much more than he bargained for.

Summary

It started with the words ”Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days,” and the scent of apple pie in Sam's nose. It started under the autumn moonlight in a college house in Stanford and ended the same way.